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11. 12:01 am
★ pairings: plug!wakasa imaushi x f!reader
★ synopsis: the one where you have the hots for your dealer, and Wakasa is always eager to please a customer. (don't let your bf stop you from finding ur hubby)
★ content warning: smut, ANGST ANGST ANGST, lotta porn w a lotta plot, car sex, dealer wakasa, cheating, oral sex, sneaky link, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, sex while high, consensual drug use, mentions of abuse, unprotected sex, so much more...
★ a/n: hi hiiiiii!! this chapter was definitely not one of my faves ive written but!! it was necessary to the plot I swear...
★ w.c.; 4.2k
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WAKA WINCED AS HE LAID ANOTHER hook into the poor, unsuspecting punching bag. Then another. His knuckles were raw and sore and beat beyond comprehension, but he just couldn't bring himself to stop. He liked the burn, the pain being a constant reminder of his transgressions. He deserved this.
The ride back to his new penthouse was lengthy and quiet. He maintained a strong grip on the steering wheel like the car would float away if he let go. His knuckles would have turned white if they weren't already battered.
"Keep it, asshole"
He bit the inside of his cheek. He was angry, sure, but beyond that, he felt depressed. Even if it was the only way for him to keep her alive and safe, a part of him regretted letting her get away.
He just didn't know why his eyes were beginning to water.
He growled, laying into the punching bag two more times. His moves were calculated, precise as a result of the decades he had trained himself to fight. A right hook, uppercut, duck... switch sides.
"I wish I never fucking met you."
"I need you..."
Waka paused his motions to take a deep, much needed breath, his chest heaving with pent-up emotion. His eyes were fixated upon the bag's faded blue surface, but his mind was elsewhere. He had come to Benkei's gym at the crack of dawn – after another sleepless night – to forget, yet it seemed as if Takeomi's girl was the only thing on his mind these days.
A week had passed since the fallout. He had spent each and every hour of those seven days thinking about it. Over and over again, his mistakes playing on repeat in the back of his mind like a broken record.
Eight hours of sleep had become a thing of the past. It didn't matter. Every time his eyelids would finally flutter shut, you would be waiting for him.
